God Forbid

My life is very insular, I move from page to page
never straying far from words which prance upon the written stage.
like a sputtering engine my tongue tangles on a phrase
I rub my eyes, red and raw, I can't remove my aged gaze.
My fingers curl and knuckles gnarl as velum dances right
I read, I write, I think and pause, I can't turn out the light.
Compose, I will, adjust I must, each simile an anchor
to a life much analyzed, but lived with little rancor.
like the scribes of ancient Rome my fingertips are worn
yet I persist with joyous bliss for I know I must go on.
My form has bent, bowed and curled to meet the need of the word
God forbid, I went through this lifetime never being heard.

Boy I understand this write very well words are like food to us writers it's a hunger almost addition. To stop writting
is just not an oppition for us. Our bodies may give us but the mind is still actived.

Dear Light and LOVE, Deborah, Hope this finds YOU and YOURS Healthy and High in the Spirit. Must be a Couplet Contest going on. this is the 5 one i've read in 2 days and the best
Love YOUR Rhyme. The Last Line I've heard YOU and enjoy what I hear
Congratulations I just wanted to be the first to say so. I don't follow contest anymore. I LOVE YOU ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Eternal Liege...Harry

Hey Sis, LOVE this. It's going into my faves. This really speaks to me, as I'm sure it will speak to so many on soup. If Soup gave an option of voting for featured poems, I'd have put a checkmark beside this love-a-ly. I like the whole kit&kaboodle. I came to tell you that I put up a blog for you and Team Serious, a nickname I've given You Poets Valiant, off on your quest for publication. Well... you have me thinking! I'm polishing one up. Check out my blog!

WOW, Debbie. Of course you are being heard! I can so relate to the thoughts you have penned here. I've got a stack of papers to correct...essays and such and here I am...striving to be heard! Lovely write. I applaud you.